.With any other palace woman, that would be enough.”
“Xiaomao appeared as if she were looking at a snail that had lost its shell!”
In other words, a slug?
“Pipe down already,” Jinshi grumbled. He looked at the papers, separated them into the feasible and the infeasible, and began applying his chop.
There was no one else in the office. The soldier standing guard outside was probably yawning to himself. The place was set up so that they would know the moment anyone approached. It was only under such circumstances that Gaoshun would speak to him of a matter like this.
“I know.” Jinshi slammed his chop down, then passed the bundle of papers to Gaoshun. The other man accepted them without a word, straightened them, and placed them in a basket that an underling would take away.
“You have to make your decision soon, or it will come back to haunt you,” Gaoshun said.
“Are you sure it’s not better this way?”